I just wanted to wish anyone out there reading this a very Merry Christmas.
There can be alot of pressure at this time of year to be deliriously happy and get swept up in the spirit. For most of us, that’s fine, wonderful even, but for others, Christmas can be anything to moderately annoying to severely painful, depending on what you’re going through at the time.
To those of you out there who know what I’m talking about, I get it, I’ve been there. Trying to grind out a smile while it feels like your world is collapsing. To you, I wish you love, compassion, warmth and friendship.
Remember, keep your head up and keep believing. As Grandsanta said in Arthur Christmas, ‘They used to say it was impossible to teach women to read.’
So, I’m currently working on a story all about a woman stuck in a cabin with a huge guy. Not just big, but like, beastly if you will.
Now, we all had our princesses as girls, and I was Belle. As a child, I thought I liked talking clocks. As a teen, I realised what I actually liked, was the idea of a big, strong, slightly scary man beast.
I thought that meant that this was just my type, even my husband is very much that ‘alpha male’ body shape; tall, broad shouldered, oddly possessive of certain wings of the house. But as I’ve gotten older, that perception has started to shift a little.
As an adult, I find I’m far more aroused by mental dominance than physical dominance. The fact is, I’m 5ft 3in, not a big girl. Not even a big hobbit, for that matter. It doesn’t take much for a man to overpower me physically. (I’d like to note I have taken a few guys out with a pretty effective right hook, though.) I suppose it’s just not as impressive when a man is all muscle.
But I do consider myself to be an intelligent person, and as I’ve gotten older, I find I’m more and more turned on by mental prowess. This is a little hard to explain, luckily Mr Strange is an impressive specimen in this category too.
There are times when Mr Strange has done little more than talk to me, lowering his tone, captivating me with his piercing gaze… and convinced me that not only do I want him to fuck me, I need it. That’s what really gets me hot. When a man (or woman in my younger days) could use my own arousal against me. Could tempt my kinky side out and make me behave like the submissive slut I am deep down.
So tell me, dear readers, what is it that gets you hot and heavy: brain or brawn? Do you want to be thrown against the wall and taken? Or talked down on to your knees?
And to those of you on the other side, what’s your most effective technique? Do you throw your lover over your shoulder and carry them to bed? Or do you whisper sweet degradation and make them thank you with their undying physical devotion?
Plutarch said, ‘Remember, the mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.’ I would argue the same could be said of other areas too.
Except, not really. This post is actually just going to be my musings on where I fit as a woman in today’s changing world.
I was a child of the 90’s, so I was very much raised by the Spice Girls in the heat of the ‘Girl Power’ movement. It was a great time to be female, I was told I could do anything I wanted when I grew up, and I couldn’t wait to do exactly that!
…Exactly what, exactly?
Good question. I didn’t know what I wanted to do at nine years old (well I did, I wanted to be a Spice Girl, but that’s besides the point). Fast forward ten years and I was on my way to university to be a journalist.
Fast forward five years from there and I was doing something entirely different. Turns out, no one is paying for journalists these days. But that was news to me! (See what I did there?)
Anyway, I ended up doing a job I enjoy, and I’m now married, as many of you know, with a two-year-old son I adore.
So, here’s the big question- did I do what I wanted to do? Is that what I’m doing now? The answer is: sort of. My family and my home are the best things in my world and I’m so incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful husband and stunning little boy.
The question mark is over my career. One of the reasons I started writing is so that I would hopefully make enough money so that I could dedicate myself to being a stay at home mum and wife while still bringing in enough money to support my family a bit.
I know, I know; a stay at home wife? Say whaaat? But the truth is, that’s what I want to do. I want to be with my son, I want to make a home for my family that’s always changing, smells like baking bread etc.
I should clarify, I have the utmost respect for working mums, hell, I am one. I’m not saying this is what people should be doing, I’m just saying it’s what I want to do.
So, I’ve been researching a lot of these women who identify with the housewife lifestyle, and I’ve found something quite interesting. I don’t think I fit there. Or anywhere, actually.
A lot of feminists I come across don’t necessarily like my work because of how erotica is all about sexualising women (and men of course, but they don’t tend to complain as much). And the more traditional housewives seem to value the more demure and chaste demeanour. So, also not super kinky-wife friendly.
So, my question to you, dear readers, is where do people like me fit? What are your thoughts? And do you also feel a little out of place in this world? If so, come to my party, we’ve got apple pies and strap ons for everyone!
And as food for thought; if the shoe fits, wear it. Same goes for gimp masks.
Mine is a very respectable and kindly warehouse operator who has always been present in my life despite separating from my Mum when I was five.
But we all know that’s not what I meant.
I’ve just finished the first draft of the third Garden of Eden story, which features a couple who indulge in the DD/lg lifestyle. And after much wrestling with the content and back stories, I can honestly say I’m delighted with it.
What surprised me about this story, was the broad range that this kink encompasses, and my struggle with choosing where to put my focus. In the end, I decided to go with the rich Daddy/bratty sub, rather than the full-on age regression kink.
I did this for several reasons, but mostly because when I write something, I feel like a have a responsibility to represent the real-life versions of my characters competently. I’ve never experienced real age play myself; nappies and dummies etc, (diapers and pacis to our state-side readers 😉 ) so I wasn’t confident I could do it justice.
I try to draw on my real life experiences where I can to make the characters and their antics as relatable as possible, and I felt better able to do that with the Avenue I decided to go down.
This was a lot of fun to write, and it was great to be tapping back into the GoE universe again. I managed to tie in the events from previous stories from new perspectives which was challenging but enjoyable. Like a hot, bratty sub I suppose.
So tell me, dear readers, who is your Daddy? Do any of you engage in this kink? I’d love to hear about your experiences!
And for all you Daddies and Mummies out there, I leave you with this parenting quote- ‘“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them FEEL.’
In our case, fellow kinky deviants, I believe that means horny as fuck.
That’s right readers, today’s post is about big…well, maybe medium sized, reveals. First, my new book cover, and then just me revealing just a little about, well… me. So snuggle up and let’s get some sweet nothings whispered.
So, this is the cover Mr Strange and I have chosen for the paperback book that’s going on sale in a few weeks. I’d love to know your thoughts! I must admit I’m almost as nervous as I am excited- I’m publishing a real book! It’s the sort of thing I’ve dreamed of since I was a teenager, but never imagined I’d actually do. Now that the time is almost upon me, I feel a little vulnerable; when you put your art out there, it’s open to whatever criticism the world wants to throw at you. It’s one thing to say, ‘oh, I think I can string a sexy story together,’ and an entirely different thing to say, ‘I think I’m worth paying for.’ Though I would 100% back that statement for some of my skills…I also design tattoos in my real life.
Why? What did you think I meant?
Anyway, I feel like I’m ready to put myself out there. As I’ve said before, if nothing else, there will be a book on my shelf that my son will never be allowed to read, and a book on my parents shelf that they will never bring themselves to open. And if that’s not a Christmas miracle, I don’t know what is.
As for me, I’m starting to find it tricky to segment the writer persona and my usual alter-ego these days. Which is mad because I’ve only really been immersed fully in my writing for a few months. But already, I’m finding I can be a more authentic version of myself when I’m K. M. Strange. I can be more honest, expressive, and, if we’re all being truthful, a little cheesy at times, and that’s fine. I don’t need to worry about being shamed or cast out by the people in my professional life for (God forbid!) talking about sex.
The truth is, I think physical connection is so important for human beings. It helps us translate our emotions and express them in a way that is so raw and genuine, words could never really match it. I fear, at times, in a society that is so desperate to free women from being oppressed by their sexuality, we are at risk of condemning ourselves to pretend it doesn’t exist. Or that we don’t care about it. I tend to keep my views on such areas to myself, I believe whole-heartedly in the expression, ‘You do you, and I’ll do me,’ (In every interpretation.) But I can honestly say, I love my body and my sensuality, and I love that my husband loves it too. I am a sensual, sexual being, and I am very happy with that.
But, hey, that’s just me.
I’m also intrigued to see how this new-found freedom is helping me develop as a person in other areas too. Since becoming a mum, I’m much more proactive in the house. My upbringing was sketchy to say the least. I mean it’s all okay, I turned out fine! (Where did I leave that ball gag?) But I really want my son to grow up with a happy, attentive mum in a warm and welcoming home. So, I’m finding myself baking, decorating for seasons, I even watch home-maker YouTube-ers like Brianna K religiously. (She’s adorable!)
Since becoming an author, I have more of a sense of self and where I used to feel a bit silly about having different cushion covers for different seasons etc, I now have the confidence to act exactly how I feel, regardless of eye-rolls or patronising sighs.
I’ve also started to be more giving in the bedroom. Not that Mr Strange and I are lacking, far from it! But sometimes he’s so forthcoming that I take it for granted. So, last weekend I made sure I dedicated almost an hour to just being present for him and his manhood. It was such a liberating and almost meditative experience – I actually enjoyed it as much as he did, and I can’t wait to do it again.
So, there you have it folks. K M Strange: Erotic Author, Adoring Home-Maker and Raging Cock-Slut.
Huh. That’s catchy, I might add it to my resume.
Until next time, I leave you with this:
‘You cannot wear every expectation, consider setting aside the ones that don’t fit.’ – Bozeman Zawisz
‘Or consider using a smaller plug and building up until it’s comfortable.’ – K M Strange
Linkin Park, anyone? What, you thought I was being filthy? Get your mind out of the gutter, people!
Now, on to the topic of today’s post: anal. That’s right, I’ve just completed my most recent short story, ‘Office Submission,’ which features an office D/s relationship, complete with my first ever depiction of anal sex.
‘So, what?’ I hear you ask, ‘you’re an erotic author/comedy genius, surely a cock-suppository is right up your…avenue.’
What an elegantly worded point, dear readers. But actually, I’ve never written such a scene before. Not because I’m adverse, far from it. It’s just never come up before, and it was a very enlightening experience. Once again, I’ve been forced to consider my own experiences in such depth (I’m genuinely not doing this on purpose) that I’m able to describe it in great detail. Reading it back, I was actually quite pleased with the description, if you read it, I’d love to know your thoughts!
The other reason this is so exciting for me, is because I’m now just one last short story away from publishing the paperback book! And that will be included as a special extra, written just as a treat for the book-readers.
In other news, I’m starting to get my head around navigating Twitter, which has been interesting. The best thing about having an account has been finding like-minded people and seeing what they’re putting out into the world. I’m loving getting to know you all!
Well, that’s all for now. Remember, when it comes to trying something new in the bedroom; ‘success is not final, failure is not fatal, it’s the courage to continue that counts.’ Winston Churchill said that. You can’t prove he wasn’t talking about sodomy.
Someone once said, if you can’t find a book you want to read, write it! I don’t know that they were expecting me to start detailing the sexual adventures of my promiscuous characters, but hey-ho.
So, what does that have to do with anything? I’m so glad you asked! Mr Strange and I are currently debating the cover of…my first actual paper copy book! I know, right?! It’s going to be a collection of my short stories so far plus an extra, bonus, never before published erotic short.
I suppose it might seem like an obvious step for most writers but this has been a very long time coming for me, in ways I didn’t even realise before. I actually started writing erotica when I was about 18. It was terrible, obviously, but I was just having some fun with a genre I enjoyed reading. I dabbled with a few chapters, but inevitably my budding talent ended up falling to the wayside as my journey in to adulthood progressed. In the end, I mostly practised by writing sexy texts to Mr Strange.
It was he who recently decided he’d had enough of watching my invaluable (if somewhat nieche) talent be wasted, and demanded I assault the innocent public with it. I never expected to sell much, I always said if even just one person enjoys my writing, it was worth putting it out there. Leaving myself vulnerable to the opinions of a potentially harsh and unforgiving public. Who actually turned out to be very nice perverts, like me!
And now, just six months later, I’m designing a cover for my first real book. And, my feelings still haven’t changed- if even just one person likes my work enough to purchase it and have it on their shelf, I’ll be so delighted. Obviously that’s not counting the family members who will receive a copy for Christmas. I’m sure Mum will be thrilled.
So, watch this space, readers! The K M Strange Collection is on it’s way to Amazon and Kindle. Treat yourself or your friends (with a good sense of humour).
I know, I know; another very old reference. I mean, I think that song came out in the sixties, waaaaay before my time. But I have very positive connotations with that song. As a child, I remember seeing the video on TV and it was the first time I remember seeing adults doing something silly without actually pitching it towards kids. I realised then that October 31st was a time when adults and kids alike could play dress up and have a good laugh together. That was when I fell in love with Halloween.
It was with this in mind that I lovingly named my latest story after that song, albeit changing the pronoun a little. She Did the Monster Mash is my latest release on Amazon and features the various exploits of one woman as she traverses the ‘horrors’ of Halloween. This is largely based on my own impression of the ancient celebration- many cultures agree that this is the time when they veil between worlds is at its thinnest, connecting us with the creatures from beyond. Anything is possible. As a teenager, I spent many an October night wandering around my hometown, observing the festivities and inviting the mysterious to come and say ‘hello.’ I was an arty kid, okay? I didn’t get invited to many parties.
This story depicts the sort of stuff I suppose I was hoping to come across on some level, and it was a great experience getting to live out my own haunting fantasies through my writing. And a fang-tastic time was had by all! Oh yeah. I went there. HALLOWEEN!
So, if you get time between pumpkin carving, apple bobbing, and skimpy costume wearing, give my chilling tale a try. *Skimpy costume not mandatory but highly encouraged.*
Yay! I’m so excited to say that Bound has been submitted to the editors at Amazon and should be released for purchase any day now.
Writing the second book in this series was certainly an interesting experience. The first book had roots in some of my own experiences and in some ways it almost wrote itself because of that. With Bound I had the opportunity to really get to know some of the other characters in the series and experience new things with them.
All my stories so far have had a running theme of Dominance and submission, which, as they say, is probably more telling of the author than the characters. I love exploring this particular dynamic from various angles as it’s something that I find fascinating and enjoyable. The fun thing about writing stories, however, is that I’m forced to explore whole new ideas and experiences in order to write them. My research has so far been enlightening to say the least!
In case you’ve already read the first book, Devoted, I should explain that Bound runs alongside and even slightly before (rather than after) the first one, giving a different view point on the events that occur.
If you’re now screaming at your screen- ‘No! I wanted to know more about the ending of the first one!’ Don’t panic! There are more clues in Bound to add to your theories from GOE 1.
As ever, if you do end up reading my stories, please let me know what you think! I’m always interested in what people enjoy and learning ways I can develop my writing.
Remember, live every moment to the fullest. But, when you can’t do that because you’re like, waiting for a bus or whatever, maybe read some erotica instead.
So, since my first story (Devoted) went up for sale and I started my new one (The Wife and the Call Girl) I’ve acquired a brand new boss – my husband.
Mr Strange has assumed the role of my editor and has very much enjoyed cracking the whip in a whole new way.
I’ve found it a very interesting experience having him being in charge of my writing. He’s been very strict in enforcing deadlines and making sure I don’t deviate from my task. None of this has been intended in any kind of sexual way, and yet…
I suppose because of our personal dynamic mixed with the content of my stories, it’s hard not get the lines blurred. I’m finding I respond *very* positively to his guidance in this area, even when I’m a little frustrated at being bossed around. I’m a creative type! We do not deal well with rules.
That said, this unprecedented development has certainly helped to keep me in the right mindset for writing. When you start writing erotica as a way of making an income, it inevitably becomes more of a job than a creative outlet. Luckily, having Mr S assert his authority while I’m working makes me feel like I’m part of my own scene, a story in a story. Ugh, I’m getting a little meta now.
I elude in my work that sub space can almost be a kind of blissful trance, where you stop thinking rationally and allow your arousal to dictate your actions. It’s a wonderful state to be in and it’s a very strange sensation to be gently teased by it in my day-to-day life. It’s definitely fuelling the erotic tone of my writing.
I may have to devise ways to explore this sensation further with Mr Strange – can this new dynamic improve my writing? And how far can I go before I’m just licking my keyboard?
In the meantime, The Wife and the Call Girl is now available on Amazon. Check it out and let me know what you think! I’d love to hear your ideas and feedback.